Pub. Date:
Essential Keats: Selected by Philip Levine

Essential Keats: Selected by Philip Levine

by John Keats


Usually ships within 6 days


From the introduction by Philip Levine:

Walter Jackson Bate, in his biography of Keats, has writers, critics, readers, have approached Keats during the last century, on one quality in his writing they have been completely united.

They have all been won by an economy and power of phrase excelled only by Shakespeare." This poet whose greatest ambition was to he "among the English poets" is not only preeminent among those of the past, but for well over a century he has continued to be the yardstick by which those who have written poetry in our language can measure their success. He remains a wellspring to which all of us might go to refresh our belief in the value of this art.

Related collections and offers

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780060887940
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 03/14/2006
Pages: 192
Product dimensions: 4.50(w) x 7.12(h) x 0.48(d)

About the Author

John Keats was one of those immensely gifted nineteenth century artists whose work became widely appreciated only after his death. Despite the critics of the day and the fact that death at the tender age of twenty-six prevented him from maturing further as a poet, Keats managed to create some of the greatest lyrical poems ever written.

Read an Excerpt

Essential Keats

Selected by Philip Levine
By John Keats

HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.

Copyright ©2006 John Keats
All right reserved.

ISBN: 006088794X


Oh Chatterton! how very sad thy fate!

Oh Chatterton! how very sad thy fate!
Dear child of sorrow! son of misery!
How soon the film of death obscur'd that eye,
Whence genius wildly flash'd, and high debate!
How soon that voice, majestic and elate,
Melted in dying murmurs! O how nigh
Was night to thy fair morning! Thou didst die
A half-blown flower, which cold blasts amate.
But this is past. Thou art among the stars
Of highest heaven; to the rolling spheres
Thou sweetly singest -- nought thy hymning mars
Above the ingrate world and human fears.
On earth the good man base detraction bars
From thy fair name, and waters it with tears!

O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell

O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep, --
Nature's observatory -- whence the dell,
Its flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell,
May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep
'Mongst boughs pavillion'd, where the deer's swift leap
Startles the wild bee from the fox-glove bell.
But though I'll gladly trace these scenes with thee,
Yet the sweetconverse of an innocent mind,
Whose words are images of thoughts refin'd,
Is my soul's pleasure; and it sure must be
Almost the highest bliss of human-kind,
When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.


Excerpted from Essential Keats by John Keats Copyright ©2006 by John Keats. Excerpted by permission.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.

Customer Reviews